http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ricohard The original writings of author Ricohard en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776194687 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 VI�And God said �Let there be light� and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light �day� and the darkness he called �night��... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/308860/ How come �love� doesn�t say everything I feel for her?She is a princess in everyone�s eyes, except her own.She receives calls and calls, and is the middle of a spider web trying to hold everybody together.And at the same time is being ripped .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/308857/ I come back to my house.Same damn feeling as I walk in the door.It is always back to my house, and feeling the same way.I sacrifice all these things outside the doorAnd hold up pictures to everybodyBut they don�t see anything, they don�t see nothing at all.So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/308856/ I step into the tube, and I am hesitant to move under the flow.But I step forward.Today is a day full of decisions.The water breaks over my head like anointing oil.I must embrace my step.The water presses hard on the steel on my chest, but smooths the leather lace.I am not liked, we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/308849/ I must put you first, you King.At times it hurts, but it�s easy.Why do you say it hurts, that it aches, I�m just speaking my mind.Miracles do happen. But what is a miracle? Why don�t you tell me Mr. Laughter.�Miracles are the unexplainabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/308840/ IIt was all messy. The only thing that wasn�t was the office. But apart from me and a couple of suspicious wives not many people ever saw it.I had to keep it clean, because it seemed like everything else around me was waist deep in some incessant corruption, racketeering, or money la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/281354/ I feel like a shadow.A hovering second-step.It�s like I am the ghost of my body, drifting in dark shapes and fleeing in light.I drift, watching the moving and the actions of my life.He cannot see me in the mirror and he doesn�t look for me on the wall It is only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ricohard/281347/ I go to and fro, day and nightHis evil face was, my sheer delightThough burdened I am freeMy face warmed with utter gleeHappy I am here. 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